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"Their betrayal was the storm that tore me apart; now I am the tempest that will drown them." ~Araneae Ruber
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THE ROOM went silent after Vernon's words, that it actually made him conscious and uncomfortable with the sudden silence.
"You know? When his grace placed his hands on her back and she began screaming for a long time before she collapsed."
Archibald closed his eyes as he placed his hands on his head as he tried to level his thought. Brighter saw he was stressing and spoke out loud.
"Your grace, it is almost midnight, you should get going." She informed calmly. Her trying to ease away his stress.
Archibald lifted his head and turned to the clock before he stood up. He would deal with whatever this was later. Or maybe he would get a clue from being with Luella.
"We will talk about this, latter." he commanded, and they all gave him a curt nod.
